Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Can to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.